Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2012 23:32:42 +0100 From: tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chap 99 Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk! First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the story just think how lucky you are! This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age. Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story, because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody understood what was happening to us anyway! You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the bathroom! Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for continuity they are now correct! Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two, three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn! Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm *************************************************************************************************** >>>>>>>>>>> Now your attention please faithful readers as it's time to put in word for our sponsor. Or, in plain English I wouldn't be getting my epic published and you wouldn't be reading it if it were not for the Nifty Archive, so if you enjoy what you read then please, please consider making a donation to Nifty. It's very easy and painless, you just follow the donations link on the main page - I'm sure even our oversexed and luckess hero Art from the story would do it if he could - come to that, he'd do it anywhere! #################################################################### Chapter 99 – What else, but change hands! From the time of having afternoon tea and on throughout the evening Tom had continued to wear Simon's underpants which naturally induced a near constant erection. That, added to the merest hint of the distinctive aroma emanating from his underwear and his inability to keep a hand out of his pocket whilst watching the evening television equated to one thing. Masturbation. Tom though, didn't think his father had noticed anything and was already dreaming how he was going to masturbate again and of course, then sleep in the underpants. Quite what the actual turn on was he didn't know, whatever by the time he went to bed he was very aroused and started rubbing himself even before his shorts had fallen to the floor. Thinking about what the coming Sunday afternoon were to bring he ejaculated once more into the stained cotton and feeling quite exhausted after the days exciting events hauled himself into bed to instantly fall asleep face down, his cock nestling in the slimy emission. It wasn't that Alan was interested in Tom's masturbation habits per se, but that his interest was very definitely in a paternal sense. Having got over his embarrassment of admitting to Tom that as a boy he also did such things and how confusing he found it all, the bonding between them was far stronger and should Tom want advice he would always help. Sunday dawned and could mean only one thing. Tom would doubtless be joined in his efforts by probably the majority of schoolboys from all over England as he felt himself through his starched pyjamas prior to setting about enjoying the traditional Sunday morning lie in and wank. Typically that would include extensive penile and possible anal exploration, together with as many fantasies, handy inanimate objects, underwear stolen or otherwise, lubricant and vegetables that were deemed necessary to enhance ejaculation. In fact, simply whatever the devious testosterone driven schoolboy mind could think up to heighten the ritual of starching the striped pyjamas and sheets at least once or hopefully twice before leaving the safety of the bedroom. By the time he awoke in the morning the smell deep beneath the bed clothes was pretty unmistakable and destined to be enriched by further fresh deposits. A glance at the alarm clock showed it to be just gone nine, meaning there was more than ample time for a little fun before having to show himself downstairs. Pushing his head beneath the sheets and breathing in the fetid smell he grinned to himself and undid the button on his red striped pyjama trousers to feel the briefs beneath. With much of fondling his swollen cock, he managed to kick the trousers off somewhere into the depths of the bedclothes and push his hand deep inside the already damp briefs to cup his balls. Conjuring up incredibly erotic visions of being groped and prodded by all and sundry during the coming afternoons excursion whilst wearing his old white football shorts he decided to continue wearing the very same underpants however unsocial the aroma might be. Quite sure that Simon wouldn't mind and probably be as excited as he was, for the next ten minutes Tom proceeded to work himself up into quite a sexual frenzy. By now, the Woolworths briefs were certainly suffering the ravages of over active young hands and weren't so much fitting as hanging around him with distended leg openings and fly. Envisaging Alex entering him roughly from behind, the briefs were soon pushed around his knees and two stubby fingers took the place of Alex's virtual, if modest cock. Masturbating furiously as the two fingers worked their magic on his prostate, the bedclothes soon joined the jumble of discarded pyjamas towards the foot of the single divan bed leaving him barely covered. Unable to hold out he knew that as a first, three fingers it had to be. Pulling his knees up and splaying his legs he forced them in his waiting bumhole and groaned in delight as he simultaneously began to ejaculate. Not that at twelve he could produce that much cum, but even so this time he exceeded his own expectations by managing to shoot a watery spurt into the air as his hairless ballsac emptied itself over his hand and stomach. Eyes closed he lay there breathing very deeply, simply revelling in the delights of the post-ejaculation glow. Feeling the dribbles of cum sliding down his stomach towards the bottom sheet he slowly released his grip on his rather tender cock and stretched his slippery fingers to wipe them on the sheet as well. To his mind it was without doubt the best Sunday morning wank ever and he made his mind up to tell Alex all about it on their way to the shed that afternoon. Three fingers had certainly filled him with joy! The euphoria slowly passing he rather dreamily opened his eyes, cocked his head to one side on the pillow and looked around the room, finally towards the bedroom door. Wondering if it was his mother's voice from downstairs that had stirred him he thought for a few moments and concluded nothing had happened other than in all the excitement his mind was playing tricks on him. The only slightly worrying aspect was had he actually closed the bedroom door the night before? Maybe he had, but then he knew the latch wasn't that good and the door had been known to open in a strong draught anyway. Surely though, if his mother had been in then she would have said something immediately on entering his room, the one thing about her was she wasn't normally backward in coming forward in making her presence felt! Besides which, it wasn't as though he was getting up any later than usual for a Sunday morning anyway. Hearing nothing further he dismissed it all as a figment of his over active imagination and returned to more exciting thoughts of what the afternoon could bring. Wrapping his arms around his head and arching his back he reverted to a fantasy where he was entwined with Alex in a wonderfully convoluted sexual embrace. Responding to the images his cock jerked with each heart beat and slowly started peel itself away from the sticky pool of spunk on his stomach. Finally it wavered in the air, a fine string of cum bridging the reddened head back down to his stomach. Standing proud without a foreskin to shield the delicate glands Tom experienced a delicious tingly feeling as the cotton sheet was slowly drawn up over it, the sheet then being allowed to fall and covering him from the waist down. Although his body was no longer arched, but flat on the bed his arms were still wrapped tightly around his head protecting him from the world, a little wet spot had formed on the sheet above the eye of his quivering organ. "Tom," whispered Alan slowing sitting on the edge of the bed "please, say something. Mum thought you were ill or something. But, I think you've just been.." "No.. no.." hissed Tom to himself through his teeth. There was no visible response. Cocooned in the sleeves of his pyjama jacket Tom was in utter despair. Mortified. To have been found on his bed covered in spunk, wearing Simon's underpants by his mother was just too awful to even contemplate and now to have his father cover him up was the ultimate embarrassment. In fact he now felt even worse than when he had so recently wet himself in class. "You know what mum's like and it's gone half eleven after all," a hand rested on his shoulder, "she only came in to see if you were alright and then.. well, sent me up." The arms relaxed enough for and a muffled voice to croak. "No, no. No! It's only just gone nine." "Tom, your alarm has stopped," the bed creaked as shadow leant over him, "I'll bet you forgot to wind it, here look at my watch." "But.. but she's seen me now... and you, you've seen me... all.. ohh.." "I know, it's why I've covered you up." "Don't matter now, you've seen me! and seen me.. oohh no! No!" Alan felt awful and really did understand what Tom was going through. "Come on, sit up and we'll have a hug," Alan tried rather unsuccessfully to gently untangle the arms, "please, look love, believe me. Mum isn't going to say anything. Honestly. She feels really bad at going in your room unannounced. She thought you'd got up, honestly. Please, look at me." Eventually Tom relaxed and very slowly let his arms fall by his side. He sniffed and looked though his watery eyes up at his father, who seeing the expression on his face had some difficulty in controlling his own emotions. Alan reached down and pulled him up, hugging him close nothing was said for several seconds. "You know, mum doesn't really understand boys and what they do," said Alan quietly, "she won't say anything, I know that." "But, but she's seen me and.. and.. now.. she knows about.." mumbled Tom his arms now firmly around his fathers neck. "And, and now you know.." "Listen, listen," Alan interrupted, "when I was about thirteen I was caught doing it by my father!" "Wot!" croaked Tom after a pause. "Yes, I was." "By, by grandad?" Tom sounded incredulous. "No, yer making it up." "No, honestly. I really do know how you feel." he squeezed him. "Now that's not the sort of thing you'd admit to anybody is it?" "No. I `spose not. Honest?" Tom's voice sounded a little more vibrant. "Grandad? So wot did he say?" "He said," Alan paused, the moment really was bringing back some memories, "well, he said.." "Wot? Dad wot?" "I'll never forget it." Taking what seemed to Tom like a very deep breath, with his voice sounding quite emotional he concluded, "Well, he.. uumm said.. bloody hell son, you've started young! Just keep it off the sheets `cause your mother's the one that's got to wash 'em!" They sat there on the edge bed with Tom slowly realising that he wasn't the first and certainly not going to be the last to be caught in a very private act. Alan wasn't entirely sure if at that point Tom had then started to laugh or cry when he hugged him. All they knew was that they had become closer than ever. As the crow flew it wasn't a great distance from Tom's home to that of Nigel's where, sadly in other ways the two households were poles apart. At somewhere around five in the morning, Davey having subconsciously humped his mattress most of the night during his sleep had woken up and decided it was time Nigel honoured his earlier promise. Nursing his throbbing cock he ventured onto the landing and checked it was quiet before continuing to tip toe across into Nigel's room. The smell of adolescence was immediately apparent and unsurprisingly emanating from the very untidy bed in the corner. Carefully closing the door behind him he crept a little nearer and surveyed the scene through the gloom. It looked from the tangle of sheets and blankets there would be no problem in getting in beside him, Nigel's pyjama clad bum looked half uncovered anyway and it would be easy enough to pull a sheet back to cover them both up. Moving a couple of steps closer he suddenly stopped and looked down, what had he trodden on? Slowly growing accustomed to the dark he saw the floor appeared to be strewn with a combination of discarded clothing and schoolbooks, but whatever it was he had walked on was now stuck to the sole of his foot! Balanced on one leg he looked down and to his surprise found himself peeling off the page from a school exercise book, the blue ink from the scrawled writing irrevocably smudged and now enhanced by his toe prints! Hiding the now illegible schoolwork seemed the best course of action and in moving around he yet again stood on the offending wet object, cursing under his breath he bent down to see exactly what it was. Of course, had he known more of Nigel's sexual interests he would have immediately guessed! To his amazement he found himself holding a disgusting pair of Y-fronts still soggy with the sticky fruits of Nigel's bedtime discharge and now adorned with the addition of a small blue, inky footprint. Trying hard to stop giggling he dropped them on the floor and avoiding other obstacles finally reached the bed. Nigel was deeply asleep and facing the wall making it easy for him to gently lay down by his side and pull the sheet up to cover them both. Since Nigel's pyjama trousers were already exposing most of his bum Davey hoped that Nigel's cock would be equally accessible and very carefully reached over the sleeping body. He wasn't to be disappointed. Nigel's half erect cock was poking though the unfastened trousers and he murmured appreciatively in his sleep as Davey very gently touched it. Seeing Nigel didn't wake he started to wrap his fingers around it and soon found it was rapidly hardening causing Nigel almost as a reflex reaction to push back onto Davey'd own erection. Whatever else their father Jack may have been, the one thing he had endowed both boys with was a more than generous cock. As had been remarked very wittily by Art the previous day, it could be said if they were exhibiting in the Bath and West agricultural show that each was definitely `Best in Class'! With that in mind Davey decided to metaphorically grab the opportunity with both hands and compare their given organs. Naturally, such tentative examination gave way to gentle friction, followed by somewhat more energetic examination in turned followed by outright dual masturbation. Understandably being over excited it was Davey who first shuddered to an almighty dry climax to be followed seconds later by Nigel who rolled onto his back and much to Davey's amazement produced an absolute deluge of spunk. The world of wet dreams was as yet unknown to Davey who by now was sure Nigel was going wake, but luckily he didn't and other than moaning remained asleep. However, true to form and courtesy of Nigel's superior power of ejaculation everything under the sheet including Davey, was now covered in warm, slippery spunk. With Davey over excited anyway and his hand positively dripping with warm cum it left him no alternative other than to pretend he had just cum himself and copying Art's earlier example used it as lubricant. Pulling his own rather generous foreskin back he ladled as much of his brothers spunk as he over his genitals and began again furiously masturbating, shortly arriving at yet another dry climax. The die had been irrevocably cast. In the space of barely twenty four hours Davey had become just like his older brother, a compulsive masturbator. It was only then, after a day he would never forget that a very, very contented boy finally fell into a deep sleep. Nigel was the first to wake or more precise, he had been woken by the sound of raised voices from below. Shaking his head he very slowly came to, even before opening his eyes his immediate reaction was to rub his hands over himself and confirm that in his mind he had indeed had the proverbial wet dream. And, judging by the amount of spunk that was around it could only have been only two or three hours earlier that morning. Feeling very proud of himself having not experienced such a delightful sensation since he was about thirteen, he put it down to his dreams of the latent sexual play that the afternoon had been promising. There was however something else, something very worrying. Sitting bolt upright he looked down to see Davey deeply asleep by his side. The sheet having slipped down him disclosed the magnificent ten year old erection sticking out from the pyjama trousers in the morning light. Initially tempted to wake him up and send him packing, Nigel had second thoughts after he noticed the shiny splodges of cum over the pyjama jacket and then realised his ejaculation must have been at Davey's instigation and not a real wet dream. Smiling, Nigel lay back down, rubbing his sticky hands onto the sheets. Thoughts of Davey getting him off in the middle of the night without waking him up confirmed he was indeed a very promising young wanker. Depending on the point of view, he was almost certainly destined to be in the best or worst, company of himself and Art! "Jack, no. You're not going out fishing again today are you? I thought you'd.." Nigel's train of thought was abruptly halted by the raised voices. Hearing the strident tone of his mothers voice he knew it was going to be another one of those Sunday's. He closed his eyes. "Thought what? Why not. Kid's are old enough to look after themselves now." There was pause followed by what sounded like of a bunch of keys being dropped. "Oh Jack, they're yours as well, or have you forgotten that?" "How can I, with you always nagging on?" "You can't you say that, you're their father!" Mary's voice was getting louder. "Ah, you'll be alright. Not as though I don't work to support you all, is it? Never short of money or that are you? You get what you want, nice house and all that." Nigel's heart sank, he looked towards Davey. Innocent. He'd heard it all before, he was going to cry and he knew it. "But.. but Jack... what's happened to us? Please Jack, don't go.. please.." "Be off then, see you about tea time." the keys jangled. "Jack... please don't go.. please.." "Why not? It's my weekend as well." "Take us all out in the car this afternoon... like a family.. like we used to.. we could go and visit something.. National Trust or.." her voice trailed off it was a waste of breath and she knew it. "Nah, they got their mates now." "But Jack.. we're a family." "Nah." "Jack... but, they're at that age... they need you.. you're their father. You never talk to them or anything now." Jack looked at her blankly. It was useless and she knew it, "For god's sake can't you see Nigel needs you.. he's at that age.. I can't talk to him like you can.." Nigel had his eyes tightly closed and was beginning to cry. Why, oh why couldn't his father be normal like any other boy's, better still someone understanding like Art's father. "Well," Jack scooped up the keys, "best thing that Nigel ought to do is to keep his hands out his pockets, dirty little bugger he is!" "Oh god, you shouldn't say that!" "Why, it's true. Way he's going he's going to get some girl in trouble." "No Jack, that's not fair. He can't help growing up." Mary turned, went in the kitchen closing the door behind her. As ever Jack seeming impervious to her pleas, he slammed the front door in response. To Nigel, having overheard similar conversations in the past it all seemed familiar although this time it was clear his sexual activities were far from unnoticed. Climbing carefully over Davey without managing to wake him he gathered up the previous days clothes from the floor and adjourned to the bathroom to try and make himself look vaguely presentable. "Mum." "Oh... Nigel... you're up early for a Sunday." It was very much a forced smile, sat at the kitchen table staring out the window she turned and had obviously been crying. "Mum, I heard." Nigel's voice was cracking, noisily pulling up a chair he sat down at the kitchen table. "Oh god." she put her head in her hands, then suddenly looked up panic stricken. "Where's Davey... I haven't seen him.. he's.. he's usually up early." Nigel who had never really been able to express his emotions was having difficulty in keeping the tears back. "He's, he's asleep in my bed." he mumbled, just before finally giving in to his emotions and reaching out for his mother. To hug each other was something that hadn't happened for some time. "Why's he in your bed?" asked Mary after a long pause. "Dunno. He musta come in during the night." Nigel drew back and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Wot's gonna happen mum?" "I don't know." she stood up and headed for the kettle. "Dad's changed, in the last three or four years. He's not the man he was." "Uumm.." Nigel was out of his depth. What or not to ask without upsetting her even more being part of the overall problem. "Does.. uumm.." "Does what?" she turned and smiled as best she could. "Love, you might as well say it, whatever it is. Somehow we've got to work through this." "We?" "Yes, we as a family. And, we can't hide it from Davey either can we? I'm sure he's noticed anyway, has he said anything to you?" "Not really, it's only lately we've been talking anyway." said Nigel doing his best to avoid eye contact since he was admitting to another family relationship problem. "Mum, you said three years, wouldn't that be about the time dad got that new job then?" "I suppose, but what would that have to do with it?" Mary looked puzzled. "Dunno." he shrugged his shoulders, looking innocently around he tried to peel his gooey foreskin from the head of his cock through his pocket. "Nigel, d'you know what would really help me?" "Wot with dad?" "Apart from that." "Nah, not really." "I know you've just got up and you came to see if I was alright, but you know you really do smell, a sort of boy smell!" "Oh no!" he blushed. "Why don't you have a bath now," she smiled, "have you got any clean clothes left? I haven't really been keeping an eye on things what with dad." "Think so." he muttered, looking very embarrassed knowing there was little left that hadn't already been wanked in or over. "Then would you bring me all your dirty clothes and," she said with a knowing look, "those pyjamas. Then I'll wash the lot." "Mum, never mind me clothes, wot about dad?" asked Nigel. "You.. you, ain't gonna split up or nothing?" "Split up?" she put on a brave face. "Of course not, none of you could survive without me." "Honest, you sure?" Nigel couldn't contemplate life without both parents. "Washing will take my mind off it." she said. "Anyway now it's out in the open and it's no secret now is it? But, I need to think." "Wot about telling Davey?" "Please don't say anything, I'll have a little talk with him when the times right." "D'you think it'll be alright? With dad and that?" Nigel blinked, asking the same question in a different form. "I want it to be, does that help?" "Sort of." Nigel took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. "I do." "Now listen, until I've talked to him there's nothing we can do." "But he don't wanna talk, you've said that before." "I know, that's a problem in itself." "Oh." Nigel just looked, there wasn't really an answer to it. "So let's get back to you and that Davey." Mary did her best to smile. "If he's in your dirty bed he's going to need a bath as well isn't he?" "Uumm.. well.." he looked at the table. "And, I hope he's not starting to get some of your other habits yet, is he?" she looked at him knowingly. "Uumm.." continuing to look at the table Nigel didn't really answer, Davey was certainly practising hard! "Oh Nigel. No!" she looked at him in amazement, "No, surely he's not old enough.. is he?" "No, not that I know of." Nigel blushed heavily, confirming he knew exactly what wasn't being mentioned and that he was privy to Davey's imminent development. "Thank heavens for that, just keeping up with your washing is bad enough!" "Mum!" there was to be no let up in the blushing stakes. "Sorry." Mary having seemed to have perked up somewhat walked over and hugged him, embarrassing him even further. "Look after him for me, I love you both. It'll be alright with dad, you wait and see." "I hope so." The hug lasted for nearly a minute. ##################################### Chap 100, yes I can't believe it either... Chap 100 to follow.